This is a song about "Vocab words"

That try to chase these skirts

That people can't find real words

Judgement is excrement, to understand my vocab you must be intelligent,

I give you that massage, good hygiene is required i don't want no dirty junk

Money got my fam going back words

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Killin em softly with words

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Through prosperity of words

The birds i knew flip birds

Lightning is striking, water hittin' on my window like ike

When i couldn't find better words to write since my vocab was like

"rappers don't paint pictures with words

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

This is a double entendre ur a troubled contender for my crown improve ur vocab clown/

And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocritesthey way they see it, we was meant to be kept down